There's a time and a place for everything, and it's called college.
Okay, I admit, Chef isn't really a chef. Nevertheless, his statement is relevant. My diet this weekend (which ran over into Monday) consisted of chips, queso, black & tans, puppy chow, white Russians, pizza, Jager bombs, cookie dough, B-52s, and wings. The only thing my binge-mates and I were missing was the hot tub of bacon.
You read that right.
Behold the beautiful product of a beloved cast iron pan, three pounds of bacon, and a case of insatiable munchies!
